Page 2 of Bittersweet Endings
“Everything. You took everything from me.”And I wanted it back. I wantedusback.
That fucking smirk simultaneously pissed me off and turned me on. Slowly, he sat forward, elbows to knees. Before he even opened those lips I wanted between my thighs, I knew I wasn’t going to like what he had to say.
“Go on, little doll,” he dared. “Make it hurt,baby.”
“Careful, Carmine.” I waved the gun in his face. “I’m the monster you created and I will pull this trigger.”
“I see that.” He stood to his full height. “And, little doll, you’ve never been sexier. Well…” He paused, tapping his mouth. “Except when you’re on your fuckin’ knees. Want to remind me how good it felt to have those lips wrapped around my cock?”
“Sure, I just so happen to have a scalpel.”
Absently, his hand went to the scar on his thigh.
“An eye for an eye, right? You shot me and I lived. But,baby,” I mocked him, “I will shoot to kill.”
“Watch it, little doll. You might have grown longer claws but we both know how this ends.” He stepped forward, the barrel of the gun pressing against his chest as he leaned in and whispered, “You. In tears. On your way home. To daddy.” He paused. “Well… not…thisdaddy.” He chuckled, the sound doing harmful things to me.
The gun dropped to my side as he disregarded me and went to the bar. Leaning over the top and snatching a bottle of Scotch. He poured it into his glass, taking a long sip as he leaned his back against the ledge and watched me. Waiting for my next move.
“Tell me I meant nothing to you. Say it. So I can end this. End you.” I flicked my hair over my shoulder. “Say it!” I shouted, my gun raised again.
The wall dropped and his face turned soft. “Of course you meant something to me, Octavia.” My name on his lips burned. “You’re my little doll.” And then he sneered. “You’re batshit crazy and fuck like a porn star. The way you clawed my back, soaked my sheets, and that tight pussy gripped my cock. I loved your crazy, baby.”
It was a rare moment of truth. Aboutus. Reminding me our time hadn’t been all smoke and mirrors. That while Iwascrazy,wehadn’t been a lie. He was trying to hide it, but I could see it.
Then why did he send me home?
“Now go the fuck back to New York. Because next time I see you, I won’t miss.”
“We both know you don’t miss, Carmine. We were alone. You could’ve taken your shot at any time. So why then?”
“Still looking for a hero, little doll? This isn’t a love story, Octavia,” he scoffed.
Wiping away my traitorous tears, I steeled my spine. “I want answers, Carmine.”
“Get the fuck out of my club, you Agostino trash.”
I pointed the gun back at him. “Tell me!”
My resolve almost crumbled. The way his lips curled and reminded me how they felt between my thighs. His tongue traced his teeth, and he took a step forward.
“Oh, Octavia. This is going to be fun.” He discarded his drink and gave me his full attention. “Has my little doll forgotten all about our time together? How dirty. How depraved. How delicious. I’m going to spank that ass and then make you choke on my cock.”
Don’t let him touch you again. You won’t survive.
“Stay. Back,” I hissed.
“That’s not what you really want, little doll.” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “Look at those pert little nipples peeking through your shirt. And the way your chest is heaving, thighs trembling. You’re seconds away from begging for my touch. One command and you’d drop on all fours, ready to be fucked.”
The ice in my heart cracked and splintered. He was playing with me and I couldn’t lose. If I did, it would be my death, not his. Because I wouldn’t survive him.
“Not anymore.” It came out broken. “I’ll never be yours again.”
My arm tensed as I prepared to make peace with my decision. His eyes flared and the truth of the situation settled between us. I didn’t belong to him anymore. He’d fucked up by letting me go. And this only ended with one of us dead.
Today, Octavia Agostino killed Carmine Ragetti.
Chapter One
